The morning sun cut through the thick black smoke still rising from the ruined streets of Poison Valley Town.
Gu Fan strolled down the cracked cobblestone path with the a cloth covering the lazy, satisfied smirk of a man who had just finished watching his favourite circus burn to the ground.
It has been nearly a week since the Clan Clashes in the town had begun. But still there is no sign of the raging fire he had lit to die down.
He wore a fresh set of dark, unbuttoned silk robes. The distant screams of dying mercenaries and the stench of burnt flesh meant absolutely nothing to him.
For the last several days he had lounged around town like a tourist, sipping spirit wine and enjoying the Bai and Song clans enthusiastically turning each other into meat paste.
His cultivation had fully stabilised at the 2nd Stage of the Origin Realm.
The newly acquired twelve Nether-Stone Sentinels sat quietly in his inventory while he still hasn't got the opportunity to test them out.
